surprise!

as if the morning just wasn’t beautiful enough. hubby surprised me by turning up at my office with a lovely bouquet of flowers. no special occasion. it was, just because. one of the girls said, ‘ actually, the courtship period is always the best, as that’s when they shower you with gifts.’ I responded plainly, ‘Err my hubby rarely (like once or twice in a span of four years) bought me flowers.’ She replied, ‘Wah, then this is a positive improvement!’

*grin*

surprise!

as if the morning just wasn’t beautiful enough. hubby surprised me by turning up at my office with a lovely bouquet of flowers. no special occasion. it was, just because. one of the girls said, ‘ actually, the courtship period is always the best, as that’s when they shower you with gifts.’ I responded plainly, ‘Err my hubby rarely (like once or twice in a span of four years) bought me flowers.’ She replied, ‘Wah, then this is a positive improvement!’

*grin*

surprise!

as if the morning just wasn’t beautiful enough. hubby surprised me by turning up at my office with a lovely bouquet of flowers. no special occasion. it was, just because. one of the girls said, ‘ actually, the courtship period is always the best, as that’s when they shower you with gifts.’ I responded plainly, ‘Err my hubby rarely (like once or twice in a span of four years) bought me flowers.’ She replied, ‘Wah, then this is a positive improvement!’

*grin*

beautiful beautiful morning

the windows were wide open when my sleepy eyes fluttered open this morning. it didn’t bother me at all that i slept through my 5 am alarm clock and missed a sorely needed session at the gym for it was such a gorgeous day. there was a cool stillness which almost took my breadth away. the sky was so blue and everything seemed right with the world.

i skipped out of the house almost to a musical note. just happy to rush out of the house which seemed to keep me from enjoying the beauty my window let me peek into. as if i had the ‘everything perfect i will notice’ glasses on, i even managed to notice a fresh crop of wild mushrooms growing under a newly planted tree on the road divider. drivers stared wildly at me as i stooped down to take a quick snapshot.

if that wasn’t delightful enough, i was also treated to a little splash of rainbow over the opened pages of my book. just beautiful. a beautiful, beautiful morning.

beautiful beautiful morning

the windows were wide open when my sleepy eyes fluttered open this morning. it didn’t bother me at all that i slept through my 5 am alarm clock and missed a sorely needed session at the gym for it was such a gorgeous day. there was a cool stillness which almost took my breadth away. the sky was so blue and everything seemed right with the world.

i skipped out of the house almost to a musical note. just happy to rush out of the house which seemed to keep me from enjoying the beauty my window let me peek into. as if i had the ‘everything perfect i will notice’ glasses on, i even managed to notice a fresh crop of wild mushrooms growing under a newly planted tree on the road divider. drivers stared wildly at me as i stooped down to take a quick snapshot.

if that wasn’t delightful enough, i was also treated to a little splash of rainbow over the opened pages of my book. just beautiful. a beautiful, beautiful morning.

beautiful beautiful morning

the windows were wide open when my sleepy eyes fluttered open this morning. it didn’t bother me at all that i slept through my 5 am alarm clock and missed a sorely needed session at the gym for it was such a gorgeous day. there was a cool stillness which almost took my breadth away. the sky was so blue and everything seemed right with the world.

i skipped out of the house almost to a musical note. just happy to rush out of the house which seemed to keep me from enjoying the beauty my window let me peek into. as if i had the ‘everything perfect i will notice’ glasses on, i even managed to notice a fresh crop of wild mushrooms growing under a newly planted tree on the road divider. drivers stared wildly at me as i stooped down to take a quick snapshot.

if that wasn’t delightful enough, i was also treated to a little splash of rainbow over the opened pages of my book. just beautiful. a beautiful, beautiful morning.

atiq from peshawar

there was another bomb blast in Pakistan today. again it was at the North-West Frontier Province (NWFP). this time it was a huge car bomb in a busy market in Peshawar itself. The carbomb killed at least 90 people and injuring more than 200 persons.

i have a friend who lives in Peshawar.I got to know Atiq when i was travelling almost monthly to Lahore. PL and I met him when we were at the Wagha border. PL being the friendly creature she was managed to get this guy’s attention from miles away. And, i think, she was as besotted by his dreamy eyes as I was, cos she gave him her mobile no. He came by the hotel the same evening we met, terribly excited that he had made such exotic friends. As he was in Lahore visiting his sister, he even introduced us to his sister and his niece who sorta chaperoned him around during his trip.

Atiq was a sweetie. Everytime i was in Lahore i’d call or text him to say hi, and if he was in Lahore he’d come by to the hotel for a short chat. But he lived in Peshawar. So most of the time it was just short calls to say hi, keeping in touch with this lovely friend i’d made.

He liked to talk to meabout what modern life was outside of Pakistan. He came from a wealthy family and was expected to join the family business. He was also expected to marry someone of his parents choosing.We spent a lot of time talking about marriage and how he wanted a love match much to his parents unhappiness. I think I was his link to a world he desperately wanted access to, while i was fascinated by his life which seemed like a bollywood movie come to life.

We lost touch after some time as my travels to Lahore became infrequent, especially as PL’s trips to Lahore with me became less frequent. It just wasn’t nice for a young (then) single girl like me to keep meeting another young single man like him. Plus his dreamy eyes (and sexy stubble) just made it way too difficult to be just friends with him. i had to stay away. *kidding*

And now, i wonder. Whether he’s ok. Whether his family is ok. Whether they’re still in Peshawar and safe. Tonight my prayers are with him and his family. I pray that they be kept far from harm.

Atiq- i hope our paths cross again. insyaallah.

atiq from peshawar

there was another bomb blast in Pakistan today. again it was at the North-West Frontier Province (NWFP). this time it was a huge car bomb in a busy market in Peshawar itself. The carbomb killed at least 90 people and injuring more than 200 persons.

i have a friend who lives in Peshawar.I got to know Atiq when i was travelling almost monthly to Lahore. PL and I met him when we were at the Wagha border. PL being the friendly creature she was managed to get this guy’s attention from miles away. And, i think, she was as besotted by his dreamy eyes as I was, cos she gave him her mobile no. He came by the hotel the same evening we met, terribly excited that he had made such exotic friends. As he was in Lahore visiting his sister, he even introduced us to his sister and his niece who sorta chaperoned him around during his trip.

Atiq was a sweetie. Everytime i was in Lahore i’d call or text him to say hi, and if he was in Lahore he’d come by to the hotel for a short chat. But he lived in Peshawar. So most of the time it was just short calls to say hi, keeping in touch with this lovely friend i’d made.

He liked to talk to meabout what modern life was outside of Pakistan. He came from a wealthy family and was expected to join the family business. He was also expected to marry someone of his parents choosing.We spent a lot of time talking about marriage and how he wanted a love match much to his parents unhappiness. I think I was his link to a world he desperately wanted access to, while i was fascinated by his life which seemed like a bollywood movie come to life.

We lost touch after some time as my travels to Lahore became infrequent, especially as PL’s trips to Lahore with me became less frequent. It just wasn’t nice for a young (then) single girl like me to keep meeting another young single man like him. Plus his dreamy eyes (and sexy stubble) just made it way too difficult to be just friends with him. i had to stay away. *kidding*

And now, i wonder. Whether he’s ok. Whether his family is ok. Whether they’re still in Peshawar and safe. Tonight my prayers are with him and his family. I pray that they be kept far from harm.

Atiq- i hope our paths cross again. insyaallah.

atiq from peshawar

there was another bomb blast in Pakistan today. again it was at the North-West Frontier Province (NWFP). this time it was a huge car bomb in a busy market in Peshawar itself. The carbomb killed at least 90 people and injuring more than 200 persons.

i have a friend who lives in Peshawar.I got to know Atiq when i was travelling almost monthly to Lahore. PL and I met him when we were at the Wagha border. PL being the friendly creature she was managed to get this guy’s attention from miles away. And, i think, she was as besotted by his dreamy eyes as I was, cos she gave him her mobile no. He came by the hotel the same evening we met, terribly excited that he had made such exotic friends. As he was in Lahore visiting his sister, he even introduced us to his sister and his niece who sorta chaperoned him around during his trip.

Atiq was a sweetie. Everytime i was in Lahore i’d call or text him to say hi, and if he was in Lahore he’d come by to the hotel for a short chat. But he lived in Peshawar. So most of the time it was just short calls to say hi, keeping in touch with this lovely friend i’d made.

He liked to talk to meabout what modern life was outside of Pakistan. He came from a wealthy family and was expected to join the family business. He was also expected to marry someone of his parents choosing.We spent a lot of time talking about marriage and how he wanted a love match much to his parents unhappiness. I think I was his link to a world he desperately wanted access to, while i was fascinated by his life which seemed like a bollywood movie come to life.

We lost touch after some time as my travels to Lahore became infrequent, especially as PL’s trips to Lahore with me became less frequent. It just wasn’t nice for a young (then) single girl like me to keep meeting another young single man like him. Plus his dreamy eyes (and sexy stubble) just made it way too difficult to be just friends with him. i had to stay away. *kidding*

And now, i wonder. Whether he’s ok. Whether his family is ok. Whether they’re still in Peshawar and safe. Tonight my prayers are with him and his family. I pray that they be kept far from harm.

Atiq- i hope our paths cross again. insyaallah.